Serena got into her car, feeling somewhat depressed.
When Araminta moved in with Valentina and Josh, Serena suggested that it wouldn't be proper for her to live in the same place with Josh, who was not related to her through blood. Thus, she tried to advise that maybe Josh could move out and live alone.
Yet Alfonso didn't wanna upset Araminta and Valentina, so he hedged.
Serena didn't wanna frustrate Alfonso, so she moved out.
'Now I seem to be the outsider,' Serena thought to herself.
She didn't have to clock in at the studio, so she drove back home directly. Her phone rang and she found herself in a worse mood upon seeing the caller ID.
Taking a deep breath after letting her phone ring for a while, Serena finally picked it up.
"Hello, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
It was Cordelia Vanderbilt, Alexander's mother, on the other end of the line.
Ever since they got married, her high-born and snobbish mother-in-law was never satisfied with her. Serena knew better than to provoke her. Thus, she tried to keep a distance from the Vanderbilt family except for visiting Cornelius from time to time.
"I hope you can come to the Vanderbilt family so we can discuss your divorce face-to-face," Cordelia spoke frankly. She was afraid that Serena would refuse, so she took the lead and said,
"Serena, you should know that you only managed to marry my son because we couldn't resist Cornelius' pressure back then. Now that Alexander has taken over the Vanderbilt family, Cornelius won't mind his business for him.”
Serena understood immediately. Carherine was suggesting that Serena divorce Alexander.
Cordelia originally thought Serena would cry and make a scene since no woman could bear to let go of such a perfect husband.
But on the phone, Serena responded calmly without any hesitation or emotion, "Okay, should I go there now?"
It was as if Serena had been waiting for the day to come.
Cordelia was somehow offended by Serena's calmness. Though she was eager to see Alexander divorce her, she was expecting a much stronger fightback before that. After all, girls would kill to win her son over.
To make herself feel better, Cordelia snorted coldly. "I'm glad that you agree. You don't deserve Alexander. He deserves someone much better than you. Come over now. I've also called Alexander and he'll be here soon."
Serena paused when she heard that Alexander would be there too. She wondered, 'If he knows that the woman he slept with last night will soon become his ex-wife, what will he do? I'm sure someone as proud as him will be embarrassed.'
Serena chuckled lightly and headed towards Wolfland, the Vanderbilt's villa.
Cordelia looked unhappy when seeing Serena. In fact, she was never happy to see Serena. But since Serena wasn't making a scene, Cordelia didn't find too much fault with her, either.
"Don't blame me for being blunt," Cordelia said while sitting on the sofa after Serena arrived. "You should know what kind of situation your family is in right now."
"Yes, I do," replied Serena. She nodded in agreement.
"A kind reminder for you. Since your dad wasn't born to be a businessman, he'd better give up as soon as possible. The Vanderbilt family can help him once but not twice. Plus, your stepmother is still eyeing my family's position and wealth. You're nothing but a troublemaker. I don't see anything in you at all.
You're just not good enough for him."
"You're right," Serena said calmly without any resistance or argument. All she had with Alexander with the marriage certificate. They were not much different from strangers. The divorce was a relief for her.
Cordelia was upset by Serena's obedience. She didn't feel the joy of winning a battle at all.
Just then, the sound of a car braking outside interrupted.
It was Alexander who had returned home.
Cordelia stood up excitedly and walked towards the door while Serena watched in anticipation, trying to control her nerves despite being mentally prepared to face Alexander already.
As soon as the car door opened, Cordelia stepped forward but it wasn't Alexander who got out of the car. It was his assistant Jonathan instead, carrying a gift for Cordelia since Alexander had an unexpected appointment and wouldn't be able to make it home for dinner tonight.
When Cordelia called earlier, asking him to come home for dinner, she didn't mention that Serena would also be there because she knew he'd refuse outright if Alexander had known that. After all, he left the country back then right after he knew about marrying her.
He was avoiding meeting Serena.
Cordelia waved goodbye with a hint of disappointment on her face as Jonathan got back into the car.
"I know he's quite occupied... Never mind. just tell him to take care of himself."
Back in the living room, Cordelia felt a little uneasy and waved her hand at Serena. "You can leave now. I'll call you again when he's available."
"Okay." Serena nodded as she never thought about staying for dinner.
She didn't see Jonathan's face, yet she was sure it wasn't Alexander, judging from his back. It didn't matter if they met today. The divorce agreement was already prepared anyway.
She got back into her car, heading to her own place. During a red-light break, Serena glanced at her work group chat. Despite being off work for hours, the group was incredibly active.
"I heard that Alexander is preparing to get married after he comes back. He bought a residence in Manhattan as soon as it went on sale. He has probably started furnishing already?"
"Kevin was Alexander's schoolmate at senior high. Will he get us the opportunity?"
"If we could design Alexander's wedding house, our value would increase by more than 100 times! His personal wealth abroad is enough to rank him among the top few on Forbes' list. As an international top capital operator from the Vanderbilt family, I would kill for a small chat with him!"
Except for a few people in their circle, no one knew that Alexander had already been married.
Even the media never gossiped about it.
Serena wasn't interested in designing his wedding house. Just when she was about to step on the gas pedal, she received a text message from her boss Kevin Clark.
Kevin: Come to the 54 Club. A client was interested in your designs for those villas before. He wants to talk with you personally.
Serena never meant to enter the industry of interior design.
Originally, she studied painting. During her freshman year of college, she had a chance to design a villa set for one of her classmates which ended up being purchased by an oligarch at ten times its original price. It made her famous overnight.
Afterwards, she accepted the offer from her boss Kevin, and worked part-time as an interior designer in his studio.
As for why it was only a part-time job and she had her own reasons.
After reading the text, Serena turned the steering wheel around.
The 54 Club was the most popular entertainment venue among
New York's new money. It had become a sign of wealth and power.
Upon arriving at the 54 Club entrance, Kevin sent another text.
Kevin: I can't go to pick you up. Mr. Richardson said to have a friend bring you inside. Just wait at the door.
The 54 Club operated on a membership system. Serena didn't have one here and could only wait for someone to take her in.
Meanwhile, Alexander received a call from Raphael Richardson. “Xander, I have a friend I want to introduce to you. She’s waiting outside. Can you bring her in later?”
Raphael glanced at the design in his hand and thought Alexander would like it. Besides, Alexander happened to have bought a residence recently. Raphael knew that his cousin Alexander didn't lack anything but a proper designer was hard to come by.
Raphael said, "This gift I'm giving you will surely meet your expectations."
Alexander didn't even have the chance to reply. The music on Raphael's side was simply too loud, so Alexander didn't really hear what he said.
'What a playboy!’ Alexander couldn't help but think as he hung up the phone. 'But what did he mean by a gift? A prostitute?'
Once Alexander got out of his car and saw a woman standing nearby. He seemed to have confirmed his guess.
As they approached each other closely enough for Alexander to see her face, he realized that it was indeed the woman he had just met in bed earlier that morning.
Alexander's outstanding figure and noble aura were too much of a standout. Even in the 54 Club, where everyone was rich, he could still stand out in his custom-made black suit.
Originally, Alexander found it strange that she left in such a rush this morning. But now he seemed to have figured out the reason.
Probably Raphael had already paid her beforehand.
He asked, "You're the one Raphael mentioned?"
Serena was surprised that Alexander would initiate a conversation with her, and when she heard him mention Raphael, she assumed that it must be Mr. Richardson who Kevin mentioned. So Mr. Richardson's friend was Alexander, and he wanted to introduce her to Alexander? 'Does Mr. Richardson want me to design Alexander's wedding house?' Serena thought.
For a moment, Serena found it funny. Before the divorce was finalized, she, his ex-wife-to-be, was invited to design a wedding house for her ex-husband-to-be and his future wife.
How ironic!
Yet she was not ashamed of supporting her own life with her own skills, so she wouldn't turn down such an offer despite its awkwardness.
"I probably am, Mr. Vanderbilt," Serena replied politely.
Alexander's eyebrows were cold as if summer couldn't touch them. He looked at Serena with deep eyes and said calmly, “Let’s go.”
Serena followed behind him and watched him swipe the card to enter the door.The floor of the lobby was as polished as glass. People at the entrance bowed respectfully to Alexander.After a while, Alexander turned around and looked at her while Serena stood still and smiled politely at him."How much did Raphael give you?"Serena didn’t know about Raphael’s relationship with Alexander or anything about the Vanderbilt family. She had never thought about getting involved in their affair during the past three years. She didn't even meet with Alexander's father. Not even once. In her opinion, since Raphael knew Alexander, they must belong to the same class."My boss said the order might be worth hundreds of thousands," Serena replied."You even have bosses?" Alexander sounded puzzled because he had no knowledge of such things before. It seemed what Raphael told him earlier was true that the 54 Club provided sexual services for some customers, which he had never encountered before until th
‘I don’t think I’ve made any mistake, though. Maybe he just doesn't know me well.’ Luckily for her, her phone rang. It was Kevin. "Have you arrived?""Hey, Kevin... I think I just messed up."Kevin was surprised because he trusted Serena very much due to her talent in designing. She never said that before about messing up something related to work."Room 1402. Come here before we talk about it.""Okay." Serena hung up the phone after asking the waiter for directions to the given room.Kevin looked up and turned to Raphael, who was sitting next to him with his legs crossed. "Mr. Richardson, the designer will be here soon."Raphael had a very flamboyant appearance that exuded youthful energy all over his body. He smiled with raised eyebrows. "No rush, Xander is still on his way, too. When they meet face-to-face later, things will definitely work out."With this guarantee from Raphael, Kevin breathed a sigh of relief. "Alexander and I were high school classmates but he probably doesn't
Her expression was so frank that Alexander felt he might have overreacted.Alexander stood there still with a cold face, making people afraid to look at him.During the elevator's descent, Serena felt it necessary to fight for the future of her studio. Ever since she entered the workplace, she realized that her dignity and pride were worthless. Alexander was a client she was eager to win over."Mr. Vanderbilt, I still wanna know which style you prefer. I can try it out, and if you're not satisfied, I won't charge you."Alexander didn't expect her to be so shameless. He was choked with words for quite some time before he finally said, "But you already have many clients, don't you?"Serena didn't see this coming. Is Alexander worried that I'm gonna be distracted?' Some designers might work with several clients at once, but Serena always pursued quality over quantity."Don't worry, Mr. Vanderbilt. If I take your order, I won't accept any others in the short term. If Mr. Vanderbilt is inte
Serena remembered the details vaguely. At the time, she had been caught up with another client’s project and had forgotten about it.Kevin had mentioned that Michael had placed an order with the studio and was currently at the golf course. He wanted her to meet him there.The golf course was located in the suburbs, a sprawling property covering thousands of acres—a prized piece of land in New York.When Serena parked her car, an assistant promptly came to greet her at the entrance.“Hello, Miss Morales,” the assistant said with a polite smile. “This way, please.”Serena followed the assistant until she realized she was being led to a changing room.“The grass and sand on the golf course require careful maintenance, so non-players and caddies are not allowed on the field. I’ve prepared some clubs for you. Do you play golf, Miss Morales?” the assistant asked.“I do, but not very well,” Serena replied modestly.“That’s alright. Please change into these clothes first. Mr. Michael Murray i
Michael trailed closely behind Serena, just a few feet away, while his bodyguards lingered near the exit.Ahead, Alexander stood near a lounge door, dressed in a sleek black tracksuit. His left hand rested casually in his pocket, his tall frame and poised movements radiating elegance and composure.As he reached for the doorknob, Serena felt Michael’s leering gaze on her back. He smirked and murmured loud enough for her alone to hear, “He’s here. Aren’t you going to say hello?”Serena inhaled deeply, gathering her composure. Without hesitating, she moved toward Alexander.Alexander had just cracked the door open when he heard quick footsteps behind him. Before he could react, Serena’s soft frame brushed against him as she slipped into the lounge, shutting the door behind them.Alexander’s expression darkened. “Get out,” he said curtly.Serena quickly locked the door and turned to face him, leaning against it. Her gaze was earnest. “Mr. Vanderbilt, I don’t mean to intrude. Would you mi
Serena left the golf course feeling disgusted. Inside her car, the memory of Michael’s actions churned in her mind. What a vile man. Too bad there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Surrounded by high-end vehicles, her modest car looked out of place. She eased it into reverse, careful to avoid scratches. But before she could maneuver out, another car raced up and slammed into her rear bumper. The impact jolted her forward, nearly slamming her head against the windshield. Her car skidded ahead several feet, colliding with a Bentley parked in front. Shaken but uninjured, Serena got out to assess the damage. A middle-aged woman stepped out of the other car, her immaculate makeup and haughty demeanor giving away her privileged background. The woman’s disdainful gaze swept over Serena’s car, clearly judging it as beneath her notice. She turned to Serena with a sneer, assuming she was just another social climber. “You’ll hear from my insurance company,” the woman said dismissively
The sun climbed over the skyline, casting long shadows across New York’s bustling streets. Jonathan adjusted his tie nervously as he paced outside Alexander’s office. The investigation into the hit-and-run had taken most of the night, but they finally had results—results that pointed to Serena’s innocence. He knew Alexander well enough to understand how his boss hated being wrong, especially when it involved personal matters. He clutched a folder containing the results of a night-long investigation that finally shed light on the hit-and-run incident.With a steadying breath, Jonathan knocked on the door and entered. Alexander was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands tucked into his pockets, a cold morning light casting shadows across his sharp features.“Sir,” Jonathan began, holding out a folder, “we’ve identified the other vehicle involved in the incident. It belongs to Veronica Taylor, wife of Henry Taylor.” Alexander’s brow furrowed. “Veronica Taylor?” That name ca
Serena Morales woke up, only to find the man beside her still asleep. Enduring the discomfort between her legs, she got out of bed. Just as she was about to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, a cold voice came from behind her."How much do you want?" he remarked in an indifferent tone, sounding nothing like the guy who murmured dirty talk softly in her ear last night.Serena paused, feeling absurd.After three years of marriage, her husband didn't even know who she was. Three years ago, she accidentally saved Cornelius Vanderbilt, the patriarch of the Vanderbilt family, from death. At that time, her father's company encountered difficulties during its first round of financing. So Cornelius offered her a deal: if Serena married his grandson Alexander Vanderbilt, he would invest three billion dollars into her dad's business.Alexander never appeared during their marriage ceremony, and it wasn't until she received her marriage certificate that Serena found out he had gone abroad.
The sun climbed over the skyline, casting long shadows across New York’s bustling streets. Jonathan adjusted his tie nervously as he paced outside Alexander’s office. The investigation into the hit-and-run had taken most of the night, but they finally had results—results that pointed to Serena’s innocence. He knew Alexander well enough to understand how his boss hated being wrong, especially when it involved personal matters. He clutched a folder containing the results of a night-long investigation that finally shed light on the hit-and-run incident.With a steadying breath, Jonathan knocked on the door and entered. Alexander was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands tucked into his pockets, a cold morning light casting shadows across his sharp features.“Sir,” Jonathan began, holding out a folder, “we’ve identified the other vehicle involved in the incident. It belongs to Veronica Taylor, wife of Henry Taylor.” Alexander’s brow furrowed. “Veronica Taylor?” That name ca
Serena left the golf course feeling disgusted. Inside her car, the memory of Michael’s actions churned in her mind. What a vile man. Too bad there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Surrounded by high-end vehicles, her modest car looked out of place. She eased it into reverse, careful to avoid scratches. But before she could maneuver out, another car raced up and slammed into her rear bumper. The impact jolted her forward, nearly slamming her head against the windshield. Her car skidded ahead several feet, colliding with a Bentley parked in front. Shaken but uninjured, Serena got out to assess the damage. A middle-aged woman stepped out of the other car, her immaculate makeup and haughty demeanor giving away her privileged background. The woman’s disdainful gaze swept over Serena’s car, clearly judging it as beneath her notice. She turned to Serena with a sneer, assuming she was just another social climber. “You’ll hear from my insurance company,” the woman said dismissively
Michael trailed closely behind Serena, just a few feet away, while his bodyguards lingered near the exit.Ahead, Alexander stood near a lounge door, dressed in a sleek black tracksuit. His left hand rested casually in his pocket, his tall frame and poised movements radiating elegance and composure.As he reached for the doorknob, Serena felt Michael’s leering gaze on her back. He smirked and murmured loud enough for her alone to hear, “He’s here. Aren’t you going to say hello?”Serena inhaled deeply, gathering her composure. Without hesitating, she moved toward Alexander.Alexander had just cracked the door open when he heard quick footsteps behind him. Before he could react, Serena’s soft frame brushed against him as she slipped into the lounge, shutting the door behind them.Alexander’s expression darkened. “Get out,” he said curtly.Serena quickly locked the door and turned to face him, leaning against it. Her gaze was earnest. “Mr. Vanderbilt, I don’t mean to intrude. Would you mi
Serena remembered the details vaguely. At the time, she had been caught up with another client’s project and had forgotten about it.Kevin had mentioned that Michael had placed an order with the studio and was currently at the golf course. He wanted her to meet him there.The golf course was located in the suburbs, a sprawling property covering thousands of acres—a prized piece of land in New York.When Serena parked her car, an assistant promptly came to greet her at the entrance.“Hello, Miss Morales,” the assistant said with a polite smile. “This way, please.”Serena followed the assistant until she realized she was being led to a changing room.“The grass and sand on the golf course require careful maintenance, so non-players and caddies are not allowed on the field. I’ve prepared some clubs for you. Do you play golf, Miss Morales?” the assistant asked.“I do, but not very well,” Serena replied modestly.“That’s alright. Please change into these clothes first. Mr. Michael Murray i
Her expression was so frank that Alexander felt he might have overreacted.Alexander stood there still with a cold face, making people afraid to look at him.During the elevator's descent, Serena felt it necessary to fight for the future of her studio. Ever since she entered the workplace, she realized that her dignity and pride were worthless. Alexander was a client she was eager to win over."Mr. Vanderbilt, I still wanna know which style you prefer. I can try it out, and if you're not satisfied, I won't charge you."Alexander didn't expect her to be so shameless. He was choked with words for quite some time before he finally said, "But you already have many clients, don't you?"Serena didn't see this coming. Is Alexander worried that I'm gonna be distracted?' Some designers might work with several clients at once, but Serena always pursued quality over quantity."Don't worry, Mr. Vanderbilt. If I take your order, I won't accept any others in the short term. If Mr. Vanderbilt is inte
‘I don’t think I’ve made any mistake, though. Maybe he just doesn't know me well.’ Luckily for her, her phone rang. It was Kevin. "Have you arrived?""Hey, Kevin... I think I just messed up."Kevin was surprised because he trusted Serena very much due to her talent in designing. She never said that before about messing up something related to work."Room 1402. Come here before we talk about it.""Okay." Serena hung up the phone after asking the waiter for directions to the given room.Kevin looked up and turned to Raphael, who was sitting next to him with his legs crossed. "Mr. Richardson, the designer will be here soon."Raphael had a very flamboyant appearance that exuded youthful energy all over his body. He smiled with raised eyebrows. "No rush, Xander is still on his way, too. When they meet face-to-face later, things will definitely work out."With this guarantee from Raphael, Kevin breathed a sigh of relief. "Alexander and I were high school classmates but he probably doesn't
Serena followed behind him and watched him swipe the card to enter the door.The floor of the lobby was as polished as glass. People at the entrance bowed respectfully to Alexander.After a while, Alexander turned around and looked at her while Serena stood still and smiled politely at him."How much did Raphael give you?"Serena didn’t know about Raphael’s relationship with Alexander or anything about the Vanderbilt family. She had never thought about getting involved in their affair during the past three years. She didn't even meet with Alexander's father. Not even once. In her opinion, since Raphael knew Alexander, they must belong to the same class."My boss said the order might be worth hundreds of thousands," Serena replied."You even have bosses?" Alexander sounded puzzled because he had no knowledge of such things before. It seemed what Raphael told him earlier was true that the 54 Club provided sexual services for some customers, which he had never encountered before until th
Serena got into her car, feeling somewhat depressed.When Araminta moved in with Valentina and Josh, Serena suggested that it wouldn't be proper for her to live in the same place with Josh, who was not related to her through blood. Thus, she tried to advise that maybe Josh could move out and live alone.Yet Alfonso didn't wanna upset Araminta and Valentina, so he hedged.Serena didn't wanna frustrate Alfonso, so she moved out.'Now I seem to be the outsider,' Serena thought to herself.She didn't have to clock in at the studio, so she drove back home directly. Her phone rang and she found herself in a worse mood upon seeing the caller ID.Taking a deep breath after letting her phone ring for a while, Serena finally picked it up."Hello, Mrs. Vanderbilt."It was Cordelia Vanderbilt, Alexander's mother, on the other end of the line.Ever since they got married, her high-born and snobbish mother-in-law was never satisfied with her. Serena knew better than to provoke her. Thus, she tried t
Back then at the city hall, Alexander didn't show up. However, with Cornelius' help, she managed to obtain the certificate in Alexander's absence.This was the first time she had opened them and faced the man who shared the same certificate with her. After just one glance at it though, she threw everything back into the drawer. She then set off to visit her sister Valentina Morales instead.When Serena arrived at the hospital at noon, Valentina was left alone in the ward as her nurse was on a lunch break. Valentina looked pale in bed, yet when she saw Serena, her pretty face was filled with joy and surprise."Serena! What brought you here?" Valentina sat up eagerly upon seeing Serena come through the door, "Dad is being paranoid again, isn't he? Oh, come on! I'm totally fine! I told him not to let you know that I'm here! How could he spill the beans?"Serena sat down beside Valentina's bed and handed over some water to her. "Dad is worried about you."Valentina had been susceptible to